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Sugar and rum lingered on Nick’s tongue but he craved something different.
He only hoped the “close friends” post on instagram did the trick.
Shameless? Sure. But he was… hungry.
He was no longer a heartbroken mess, but his gut did strange things around Charlie that weren't strictly friendly.
But if posting his location with a puppy was a calling card, then Charlie parading around the club with Nick’s name stamped on his ass was skywriting.
He tipped his head back to swallow the last of his rum and coke. Tonight would be fun. He could worry about tomorrow, tomorrow.